Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
June Days,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.